| We have arrived, we’re finally here
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| All the blood and the sweat and the tears
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| So we shout it out loud and clear
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere
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| Answer the bells to the sound of the cheer
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| Bring the fire, every round, never fear
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| So we shout it out loud and clear
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere
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| Incredible impeccable, indelibly intelligent
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| The evil detail’s in the devil, yet they heaven sent
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| A penny for my thought, a nickel for my sentiment
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| Dirty dime a dozen, but a dollar could be better spent
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| The deadest presidents, no medicine, we’re penicillin
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| We light forever, still my club is perseverant
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| And while I’m glad that my foot is in the door now
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| I think it’s time I kick the motherfucker door down
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| Embody nobody other, ever, no image I’d imagined in a mirror
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| So don’t challenge if you did it ‘cause
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| Rappers are monkey flip but with a funky rhythm
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| Every one believe they on, they don’t need a flow that’s written
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| Look inside my backpack you’ll find so many rhyme books
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| A decade in the game, still I write sublime hooks
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| Knock the hustle in my muscle but flex for it
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| It’s funk flex, shit, we drop the bomb on this next one
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| We have arrived, we’re finally here
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| All the blood and the sweat and the tears
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| So we shout it out loud and clear
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere
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| Answer the bells to the sound of the cheer
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| Bring the fire, every round, never fear
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| So we shout it out loud and clear
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere
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| More than the rest, but it’s still not enough
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| Win the series but the ring seem still out of touch
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| So you shooting after the game, tryna feel like I could clutch
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| I mean you always had it but you still tryna cash it
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| Right back where it matters, never left to begin with
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| But right or wrong, I peddle left till I’m finished
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| Right or wrong, peddle left, see the difference
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| It’s to the point where I’m floating …
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| So tell me that I’m winning mine when ain’t a thing above us
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| Not a hand in the park so we don’t fit the others
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| Get the lovers a call up and get your covers
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| Then get your third eye ready for when you duck us
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| ‘Cause where we aim is not in the same lane
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| But if we was to collide then I would just take blame
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| ‘Cause if we was the colliders, no way I wouldn’t make it
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| When everything on the scene is for the taking
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| And you going nowhere
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| We have arrived, we’re finally here
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| All the blood and the sweat and the tears
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| So we shout it out loud and clear
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere
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| Answer the bells to the sound of the cheer
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| Bring the fire, every round, never fear
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| So we shout it out loud and clear
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere
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| It’s SY, it’s SY, it’s SY in the building
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| It’s SY, it’s SY, it’s SY in the building
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| LER
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| At the limit but I’m in it, know I told you
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| Lack a soul, that don’t mean that I’m a soldier
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| And I get it like I own it so I hold mine
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| I hold mine, mine
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| We have arrived, we’re finally here
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| All the blood and the sweat and the tears
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| So we shout it out loud and clear
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere
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| Answer the bells to the sound of the cheer
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| Bring the fire, every round, never fear
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| So we shout it out loud and clear
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere |